To still its restless yearnings! Die alone!
Midst all your pomps and trophies—die alone!
[Going out, he suddenly returns.
Did she not call on me to succour her?
Kneel to you—plead for life? The Voice of Blood
Follow you to your grave!
[Exit.
Rai. (with emotion.) Alas! my brother!
The time hath been, when in the face of Death
I have bid him leave me, and he would not!